A/N This is the only relatively cannon thing I've ever written... Just saying. Also, not quite sure how to rate. It isn't really graphic, mature themes though. Everything is Ms. Rowlings, aside from the plotbunny...
"Harry." I greeted quietly, shrugging off my outermost robe.
"How was work? Miles still bothering you?" He asked, glancing up from the latest issue of The Quibbler. I nodded briefly.
"Yep. You went to see Andromeda today, correct? How is Teddy?" I asked, taking the seat beside him.
"Same. Andromeda says he'll barely put the book you've last gotten him down long enough to eat dinner." He said with a mild smile.
"That's nice." My words were followed by a silence that stretched through dinner and lasted until we were having tea in our favourite of the Black's many, musty, overly furnished sitting rooms. Harry was sitting next to me, staring deeply into the fire, obviously lost in thought, while I couldn't concentrate on the rather sizeable book in my lap.
"I've finished it." I murmured quietly, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Pardon?" Harry asked, blinking a few times as to adjust his focus to what I was about to say.
"I added the last few ingredients yesterday, so it's safe to drink tonight." I told him, watching his reaction. He merely nodded slightly.
"Alright."
I passed him one of the two vials, which he uncorked without delay. We each added the extra ingredients and the Polyjuice began to fizz and bubble almost violently. His turned a deep maroon colour, and mine a Gryffindor red. We no longer grimaced at the taste, nor the unusual sensation as our bodies reshaped themselves.
Robes were removed quickly and we each stood there, taking in the sight of the other. The other one. The one we'd never see again.
He moved first, taking a quick stride over and catching my waist almost possessively.
"So lovely, so beautiful..." He murmured lowly before capturing my mouth with his own gently. I ran my hands over his broad chest slowly, feeling each crease and flat expanse delicately. As if he were made of glass and might shatter, might disappear forever, with just one erroneous motion...
The kiss was broken only to move to a softer location. It was slower than usual, as it would be during strenuous weeks like the past two.
"I love you." Was passed around, whispered secretly to the other. Names were given voice once, and even then only in the height of passion.
"Ginny!"
"Ron!"